Post by Victoria on Sept 5, 2017 22:28:25 GMT -5
A concrete jungle. A maze of glass and steel. A cage crafted by the hands of those that lived within while they lied to themselves that this was the peak of civilization. Hard to believe that roughly five hundred years prior that this bustling metropolis had been little more than a small fishing village. In places here and there you could see the remains of times long gone. Bits and pieces of this country reminded her of her far away Rome. Despite its ever changing and growing nature still it carefully preserved the past so future generations could walk the streets hundreds of millions had walked. That had been bathed in blood and fire. Seen countless dead and had grown from a small village to mighty city state then nation state then finally an empire.
Tokyo in its massive bulk and congested labyrinth like being housed more than thirteen million people far dwarfing her eternal city. None of that mattered. Walking amongst the people of this sprawling landscape walked one person. The only person at present who mattered to her at the moment. How was anyone supposed to locate someone in this writhing mass of human energy and souls? It'd be near impossible for most. Yet here she stood on the roof of the person she'd come to see's place of residence. A Nordic person spending time in an Asian country made tracking him down easier. He was physically different than the majority of those which made, at least to her, his soul smell completely different. It had only taken her a couple of days to pinpoint where exactly he was.
Now, she phased through the roof and descended into his home. He would be alone. She'd made certain to wait till he was on his own. This would be easier she wagered than if they had a numerical advantage. True, it was completely possible that she would be capable of crushing him and anyone who might also be in the house but she hadn't come here to make war. Quite the opposite was her intent on this day.
She'd dressed a bit better than she normally would have. Her normal ponytail gone letting her hair hang loose on her head. A very faint gloss applied to her lips and a welcoming smile spread across her face. She'd gone far enough to forgo wrapping her hands and her shins. Her normal gear replaced by pieces from her dress uniform and uniform components she'd not yet needed to modify to suit her. Loose fitting pants, three quarter length sleeve top that she'd tucked in to create a slim silhouette. On top of which she'd wrapped her homespun tartan shawl which she'd secured to itself via a small golden pin with a small carved horse at one end.
His house, even if he only lived here part of the year, was very finely furnished. This didn't surprise her. Humans put so much into how their Earthly possessions made them looked that many struggled to maintain the facade with what their earnings. She couldn't say that this didn't happen amongst her own kind because it did. Death did not free some from the trappings of Humanity. Looking about she reached out with her sixth sense feeling for the person she'd come to see. He was bellow her somewhere in the house.
Her steps let her glide forward on quiet feet as she had opted for sandals similar to her boots only missing their hobnails. The decor was very nice, that much she could say. Whether he'd decorated it himself or someone else had done it for him was yet to be determined and perhaps it never would be. Stopping at a corner she knocked three quick wraps. "Hello Mr. Berg," she began softly, "Do pardon my intrusion into your lovely home. I decided that it would be less strange for you and your neighbors for me to enter as I did. I'd hate for them to think you mad if you were to open the door and begin speaking to someone who isn't there." A slight pause.
"Have you been well? Its been some time since the Queen's little... ball, shall we say, in Berlin. I do hope you've not forgotten me in the short time since then." A gentle smile. One uncommon for the person who wore it. Rarely did she get to be this way. Gentle and apologetic. Neither to be taken as a sign of weakness. A genuine smile as she wished good will upon a being she, just centuries before, would have slain without a moments thought. Yet now she was wishing to sit and speak with this man. Wanting to extend a branch in peace if she could. She could only do as she was doing for the moment till he played his first few cards.
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Tokyo in its massive bulk and congested labyrinth like being housed more than thirteen million people far dwarfing her eternal city. None of that mattered. Walking amongst the people of this sprawling landscape walked one person. The only person at present who mattered to her at the moment. How was anyone supposed to locate someone in this writhing mass of human energy and souls? It'd be near impossible for most. Yet here she stood on the roof of the person she'd come to see's place of residence. A Nordic person spending time in an Asian country made tracking him down easier. He was physically different than the majority of those which made, at least to her, his soul smell completely different. It had only taken her a couple of days to pinpoint where exactly he was.
Now, she phased through the roof and descended into his home. He would be alone. She'd made certain to wait till he was on his own. This would be easier she wagered than if they had a numerical advantage. True, it was completely possible that she would be capable of crushing him and anyone who might also be in the house but she hadn't come here to make war. Quite the opposite was her intent on this day.
She'd dressed a bit better than she normally would have. Her normal ponytail gone letting her hair hang loose on her head. A very faint gloss applied to her lips and a welcoming smile spread across her face. She'd gone far enough to forgo wrapping her hands and her shins. Her normal gear replaced by pieces from her dress uniform and uniform components she'd not yet needed to modify to suit her. Loose fitting pants, three quarter length sleeve top that she'd tucked in to create a slim silhouette. On top of which she'd wrapped her homespun tartan shawl which she'd secured to itself via a small golden pin with a small carved horse at one end.
His house, even if he only lived here part of the year, was very finely furnished. This didn't surprise her. Humans put so much into how their Earthly possessions made them looked that many struggled to maintain the facade with what their earnings. She couldn't say that this didn't happen amongst her own kind because it did. Death did not free some from the trappings of Humanity. Looking about she reached out with her sixth sense feeling for the person she'd come to see. He was bellow her somewhere in the house.
Her steps let her glide forward on quiet feet as she had opted for sandals similar to her boots only missing their hobnails. The decor was very nice, that much she could say. Whether he'd decorated it himself or someone else had done it for him was yet to be determined and perhaps it never would be. Stopping at a corner she knocked three quick wraps. "Hello Mr. Berg," she began softly, "Do pardon my intrusion into your lovely home. I decided that it would be less strange for you and your neighbors for me to enter as I did. I'd hate for them to think you mad if you were to open the door and begin speaking to someone who isn't there." A slight pause.
"Have you been well? Its been some time since the Queen's little... ball, shall we say, in Berlin. I do hope you've not forgotten me in the short time since then." A gentle smile. One uncommon for the person who wore it. Rarely did she get to be this way. Gentle and apologetic. Neither to be taken as a sign of weakness. A genuine smile as she wished good will upon a being she, just centuries before, would have slain without a moments thought. Yet now she was wishing to sit and speak with this man. Wanting to extend a branch in peace if she could. She could only do as she was doing for the moment till he played his first few cards.
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